Saw this girl one time.

My name isnt important. I make a habit of refraining from telling people my name for as long as possible… I enjoy the mystique. Though the mystery surrounding my origin doesn’t fully exist through my lack of name. Many would say it comes from my way of operating. My nature in itself is shady. My walk, something between the swagger of a man weighed heavy with sexual deviance and some kind of curious animal. Sexual curiosity threw me beyond my years. My age isnt important either, but i can tell you ive experienced more than a lot of other people. I feel like telling you a story. In keeping with the mystique… the time it took place isnt important.

So here we go.

Lights refracted through the darkness. It bounced off her skin, a gorgeous complexion of tanned white. Hair cut to medium, my fingers twitched with the urge to pull it back. Eyes a natural hazel. I usually find the colour so average, i usually find people in general sub par, but this girls eyes, let alone her manner in general intrigued me. Her hazel was a deep pool of something i cant describe. Something i just had to drink in deep. Something i had to get inside. She danced across the floor, she was with a myriad of her friends. Her body, curvy, supple… tight. She stood out from her friends.

I was with my friends near the back, a joint going around the group. I had refined the art of contemplative party chat amongst my friends years ago, parties were an illustration of the social medium to us, we were geeky in that respect.
As one of my friends finished his toke and passed it to me he wondered off to find his girlfriend. The group dissipated as i stubbed it out with the last three pulls.
My eyes glanced over to the girl. I never get this excited by just looking at someone. I knew this girl was such a gorgeous exception to my routine, i had to pursue her.

Talking like this about someone i barely knew was insane. I had a habit of being a little offbeat amongst my friends i guess, and once i set my mind on something i was like a bull to the asshole of a spainard.
I muscled in through the crowd of people dancing to the beat of some crappy drum and bass i barely knew, hopped over a couple of people monged off their faces and skipped past a few girls getting a little to into their guys for the public eye.

I dont enjoy parties. I love music and i love dancing but alot fo the people in my age group (16 – 18) are extremely small minded and boring. This party didn’t have good music and it was full of shit dancers and fuck damn were the people terrible.

All except the girl i managed to casually bump into. She seemed a little out of it but when her eyes sparked aflame as they looked at me i realised she wasnt so bad i couldn’t talk to her.
I had seen her around a bunch at the college we went to,
Turns out ive talked to her a bit in the past but im terrible with my memory.

We talked more, i kept the flirtacious side of me down, i didn’t want her to get the wrong idea, that i just wanted to fuck her or something. She seemed a hell of a lot more interesting that i originally thought, i had to get her number.

After a little bit of small talk she thrust her number in my face and admitted to being a little to drunk to talk anymore.

I happilly swapped numbers with her, she left shortly after and i decided to leave the party with a few from my group. I left for a friends house.

We got high and burned the night away.
I woke up to a text from the girl, apparently she wanted to see more of what she saw last night and she wanted to meet up sometime.
I punched in the name of a friends flat i was going to this weekend, i figured she may as well a come along seeing as it was going to be a chill session with some drugs.

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After consuming an inordinate amount of alcohol i found myself Completely wrecked and craving the comfort of bed i retreated back into the bedroom of my friends flat.